The white beast also raised his head and echoed, "It seems to be something like Germany, the Berlin Wall or something like that... a major event that affects the human world." "The Magician Association has attracted the attention of Fu. The last time they attacked, the White Winged Duke suffered a great loss. I'm afraid they won't dare to act rashly this time!" "Huh, so I said, getting too deeply involved with forces and humans is not a good choice—" Artluqi said unhappily, and in response, Stuart silently lowered his head without comment. It is indeed never wrong to strengthen yourself, but after all, Lord Baiyi now has a large family and a large business. Even if the backyard is on fire, he still has to have a backyard. In fact, Stulut was well aware of Altluchi's disadvantages in this regard. In addition to her own personality, she herself did not like to build power. Even those who wholeheartedly acknowledged her bloodline and attempted to follow her found it difficult to keep up with her reckless pace. Therefore, there is a reason why the Dead Apostles call Prince White Wing the King of the Dead Apostles. However, despite thinking so, Stuart would not give any instructions or express any ideas. He is just a loyal guard. No matter what His Highness wants, it has nothing to do with him.
"However, Lord White Wing is not completely ignoring it. According to him, he has asked another ancestor to participate and will provide as much help as possible." "Who?" "Van Feim of the Zu Demon City who controls the puppets." Chapter 23, White Knight Brad "This is too exaggerated and outrageous." In the thick night, the car had long been scrapped. Now Victor, who had got a motorcycle from somewhere and was riding it, took a bite of the apple in his hand, threw it away, and looked into the distance with a frown on his face. There were flames rising high and thick smoke billowing. Even at night, you could see the chimney that turned half the sky black. The City's Puppet, a fortress-level battle fortress! This level of existence, even if it spans more than ten kilometers, it is difficult not to see it! ! Dear! Do you really not take secret leaks seriously at all? No wonder Victor was in such a mood at the moment. In fact, the name Van Phimm was not well-known in the world of the Dead Apostles. When Victor saw the huge puppet, he even forgot what the ancestor was called at first. But compared with the extremely low-key style of the ancestor, his puppet was really... So grand. If the Earth Doll is regarded as his own ability, then Victor believes that compared with the other party, even the Earth Doll is probably just a baby. Yes, baby. No matter how powerful the Earth Doll is, the basic version is just a building. Even the complete version is just at the level of King Kong or Ultraman. And what about the opponent's "city" puppet? That's a city! Although it cannot be compared with modern cities that cover tens of thousands of square kilometers, even if it is just a city-state like in ancient times, surrounded by city walls and covering hundreds of square kilometers, it is still a city! A moving "miracle" creation filled with sophisticated precious materials worth trillions of dollars, enough to be ignored even by its servants.
It is the essence and hard work of Van Feim, the deepest dead disciple, forged over thousands of years! “Has it… come to this?” Victor smacked his lips. To be able to do this, even at the cost of violating the bottom line of some magic associations... Obviously, the Dead Apostles have been oppressed to the extreme. This is undoubtedly a signal. Victor suddenly hesitated. Killing Brad would obviously have a more profound impact on the current situation... But soon, he threw aside this hesitation and the idea of considering the overall situation. He thought, kidding - I'm just a little newborn Dead Apostle who can't even protect myself. How can I expect him to consider the future of all the Dead Apostles? This is like an ordinary person saving water because of water depletion, but not knowing that the rich waste several tons of water every day even on a golf course. It's a waste. Of course, maybe that person is right. There was a gleam in Victor's eyes. He turned his head silently and stepped on the accelerator with a bang. That kind of kindness and those three views are definitely correct, and the one who is incorrect is definitely myself. But what can we do about it? Amid the smoke and dust, Victor chose to continue taking a detour. The secret blood technique taught to him by Artluqi had been working, and he could clearly sense Brad's location. Not far, but not close either, at least not the place where the puppet was wreaking havoc. Apparently, Van Phimme had only helped him block the attack, and that was just as well. With another ancestor helping him intercept the cultists, he had more time to complete the hunt. Victor put on his helmet indifferently and headed south to the east. "As for your death in the end, the blame was put on the church. Isn't that perfect?" …… Arrived. At the foot of the slightly rugged cliff, Brad looked tiredly at the border town in front of him. This is the border of Croatia. Although the crossing of the human world will not bring too much trouble to the church, due to issues of doctrine and jurisdiction, it will always cause a little delay for the people on the church side. Of course, the most important thing is that Seville is smaller and has fewer people - but the land area is not much different from that damn Croatia. Better to hide. His main problem now is that he has no chance to repair his injuries, otherwise, he would not have fallen to this point. But it has been so many days, and the effect of the Holy Wedge is weakening. The fact that the Church is so eager to suddenly come forward also shows that His Highness deserves to be safe - they are going to close the net.
Humph. What a bunch of self-important bastards. However, he really didn't expect that... Brad looked back, looking into the distance where he could not see anything, but he seemed to see the huge and crawling fortress again. Van Phimm actually gave his all for him...even though the hatred and grudge between them had lasted for hundreds of years. But in this way, his pressure was really relieved a lot. He went to the town ahead to replenish his magic power, and then followed his plan, if nothing unexpected happened. The chance of survival this time should be much greater. Brad thought so, but for some reason, the heaviness in his heart did not ease at all. "what is going on." Brad frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy. And there’s always a sense of familiarity. Brad barely suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and shook his head. His body was weak and the Holy Wedge was still burning his soul. The most urgent thing was to replenish his blood as soon as possible. However, when he walked into the village, his brows frowned almost immediately at the same time - silence. So quiet. It's not about the sound. After all, it's late at night and the people in the village should have gone to bed. This is normal, but the problem is... The atmosphere here! Wrong! The night wind howled, yellow sand swirled, and the atmosphere of the entire village was filled with weirdness. With his unique Dead Apostle senses, he could not sense any life except for the leaves shaking in the shadows. So… Brad’s face slowly took on a shadow. This is an empty village. Under the mask, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stepped into the path at the entrance of the village. The intuition gave no warning, indicating that the other party did not have any subordinates. There was no smell of blood, which triggered the blood hunt, indicating that there was no fight and no deaths here. The other party had sorted out the villagers in advance, or forcibly evacuated them. Targeted at him. Almost in an instant, Brad had concluded that at this moment, the familiar strange feeling in his heart surged up again. "You're a little slower than I thought." Brad was slightly startled by the sudden voice. He turned around and saw a figure standing in the direction he came from. The dim shadow on his body absorbed the little moonlight, making him look like a black hole. But it was the moment they saw each other.
Brad then understood where the strange feeling in his heart came from. originate from…… The connection between the two. "Ha." Brad was silent and stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed softly. Well, this is damn... destined to happen. …… Those who come are not good, and those who are good don't. Brad obviously understood this. Victor tapped his chin lightly, looking at Brad who slowly raised his hand to be on guard without saying a word, and his concern in his heart increased again. I thought the other party would say a few words to impress me. But speaking of it, since ancient times, for those who have to kill their elders to regain their free will and completely regain themselves, accepting the challenge of future generations seems to be a half-tradition that the Dead Apostles have to accept. The moment the other party steps into the area that he is monitoring. Victor's "mandatory mission" was also completed. Although he didn't find it with Artelucci, the mission requirements were obviously not that demanding. The rewards were not much, 50 source crystals, 100 experience points, 1 talent point, plus an excellent-level reward. Victor took a look and saw that it was a bottle of HP potion that restored % of the health. better than nothing. 100 experience points were still not enough for him to reach the next level. Fortunately, due to his fear of death, he had already secretly dealt with several robbers on the road, as well as a team of agents disguised as ordinary believers who tried to check on him. However, he seemed to have prepared too much, and now he had a bit of excess experience. He originally estimated that the mission reward would only be 2,30- experience points... But no matter how many, he currently has at least two lives. With the potion, could that be two and a half? The advantage is mine. Victor thought so and spent the fifty source crystals he had just obtained to buy the last attribute point that was limited to purchase in the mall. Magic +1. After finishing all these slowly, Victor looked at the other party's alertness, but still because of the effect of the windbreaker, he didn't notice his back, and spoke softly - "You're a little slower than I thought." …… The air suddenly became humid. Victor was keenly aware of this. Whether in Croatia or Seville, as landlocked countries, the weather in early autumn is obviously slightly dry, not to mention... Victor suddenly felt a salty and humid breath.
Ok? Quite decisive! Victor realized almost immediately that the other party had begun to attack. The air was becoming more and more humid, and the howling night wind was getting stronger and stronger, turning into a sea breeze. Victor immediately looked around, and sure enough, the earth was disappearing, and sea water was replacing the land from endless cracks. Inherent barrier [Ghost Fleet]...